fall down, go boom

I didn't go to yoga last night because I was nursing a sore and swollen knee. Saturday, walking the dog who insisted on going before the sun was low enough to cast shadows on the street from the trees, I was walking in the grass on the easement or in the ditch or even on the yard side of the ditch to keep in shade as much as I could and about two thirds of the way down the street I tripped on a pipe sticking up from the ground about 3” and landed hard on my right knee and then my forearms. Boom! Like a tree being felled. Stunned, I stood up, made a quick assessment, didn't feel like anything was seriously damaged, walked across the street to my neighbor's porch and sat chatting with him until it stopped hurting enough to walk home. Sunday it was sore and tender, a little swollen, but no sharp pains, could walk fine and so I was on my feet all day watering different parts of the yard and making the tomato sauce but by the end of the day it was achy, took some ibuprofen and went to bed. Monday morning it was very swollen, even my calf, so I spent the day on the recliner icing my knee. This morning, the swelling was much diminished and the bruise was starting to come up surprisingly not on my knee but on the front of my leg below my knee which is still tender to the touch and the lump below my kneecap is becoming apparent and burns a little bit. Today will also be spent with my leg up and ice on my knee. I'm just glad I was in the grass unlike my neighbor who tripped over her dog and did a faceplant on the gravelly road surface.

Speaking of making tomato sauce, this is how the tomatoes looked after slow roasting at 250˚ for 3 1/2 hours

and after running them through the blender

and after putting in jars for the freezer.

We are currently having a heat wave with temps in the high 90s that is predicted to last for the next 10 days at least with probably no rain. The weather guy on the TV last night was saying he knows we all want to know how long this heat wave will last and I'm thinking...dumb question, the answer is the rest of our fucking lives.

The only other thing of note is I've been watching the bird feeder in the mornings while I sit and read or write and the last two days there has been a male house finch with two of his juveniles hanging out on the bird feeder. Dad is eating while the two youngsters chirp their 'feed me' chirp and shiver their feathers while dad ignores them. Hey, I brought you right to the food source, feed yourself!

Oh, and the crinums have finally sent up their bloom stalks.